I'm the morning whisper that punches you in the gutthe winning lottery ticket that you didn't buyan inconvenience with impeccable timingthe drinks you spill on nameless loversi'm the giggle when a dog sniffs your handi'm a naked water fight in January for no reasoni'm cold pillows shaped like a former loveryour favorite t-shirt when it's lostand foundthe drip drip in the sink when you wanna sleepthe creepy crawlers you can't shakethe colorful wrapper with nothing insidea no vacancy sign at the end of the roadyour vulnerability when you're most tenderi'll call you names when you're not lookinglook at you funny when you're not listeningi'm the sense that doesn't make,the only sense there isi'm your senses when you want to shut me outthe wrong L-word at just the right timei'm your second chance when you need a thirdthe maybe, when you really wanted a yesi'm what feels your painthe broken promise that brings you more-painwhat turns the tide when you're not lookingi'm a moonlit midnight swimi'm sometimes butt-nakedyour favorite shade of lipsticki am your guardian angelthe absence you holdi'm the scenic route after a bump in the roadthe sunset drive that saves your souli'm the texture of wet sand between your toesthe burn in every tear you've criedi'm the vintage dresser you found on a rainy daythe song you hate, stuck on repeati count the palm trees when you're not lookingi forget lovers lost and foundi am the one who messes up your hair,just to dry your tearsi am the vault of all your deepest darkest secretsalways inconvenient and never aroundi'm laughter when you least expect itthe 4 am call you don't wanna takei'm the mirror that sells you liesthe denim shorts that makes your butt look really cutei'm the cherry (on your wedding dress)a joyride and a swing-set all in onei'm what turns you onwhat turns you awayi'm your throneyour downfallyour ecstatic,upliftingwonderfullife.

Don’t worry about my lifeMan is mortalIf you want to check my nervesIt’s no use of If you want to hear my voiceIt’s no use ofBut if you want to make me aliveCall me for help for needyThrobbing heart will be weeping and strugglingTo do something what is possible

Jackal in his church pants, Bad kid with punk jams, Cramming nonsense in his conscience, Skateboarding prophets, Dividing light into chambers, Bag of shit for his neighbors, Turned into a living demon bleeding thru the paper, Applesauce in the inside, A coconut shell for the front, Pineapple knives for the slaughtering, Right into a strawberry's gut,

He was not a normal scorned, occulting youth, But the lore of a regretful teen plaguing the afternoons, Till that strawberry gut cracked his coconut noggin, And shall he rest in bygones and Hanna-Babara monsters,

She's becoming numb to himShe use to feel comfort in there kiss Now she can't feel the texture of his lips It's like he's not there Like she's kissing air She loved his voice But now it's like he's horsed Somewhere along the line she lost himWhen she looks his way Her gaze he doesn't meet Because he too has become numb He use to run his fingers through her hair The feeling of it set him free Like he was touching a cloud But now a storm has set in He loved her hugs But now it feels like he's touching a hollow shell And when he does look in her eyesLove is not there Only a blank stare He was her reflection and she was his But now it's only transparency They look through each other She's out on the porch giving her life to a little white stick Blowing smoke in the air Using her fingers to draw images in it And he sits in what use to be her favorite chair Staring at a muted tv screen He found peace in the quiet But when they slept They dreamed of of each other Every morning the woke next to each other And somewhere sat hope Trying to build a bridge To mend the gap the swept between them And bring them back together Hoping there's still time To fix what's broken

She'd always been the bigger girl, the girl everybody made fun of, she tried so hard to become skinny just like them,she wanted to make them like her-each night she would count her calories and would force herself to starve.She rarely ate and if she did it was a few crackers, she was a strict water diet, she was tired,her eyes showed her struggle,she began to wear baggy clothes to hide the weight loss,she made them think that nothing was wrong.She fooled them with that fake smile of hers, she would go home the same day and cry herself to sleep, because she was dying and didn't want to tell anyone. She wanted to be perfect, she wanted to be- Skinny.